#I just feel like I would be wasting valuable time if I used my phone you know

[malcolm-reeds-pineapple]

This guy has like a hundred videos doing this to strangers in stores and tbh if I could go back in time to meet John Belushi, this is how I would show him the album I have on my phone just in case the opportunity presents itself u know

The album in question if you even care

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"Excuse me." A sleep soaked voice rang out in the still morning.

It was a bit early, the sun just having risen and started to light up the sky in that deep but haze. She had a bit of trouble sleeping after having woken up to use the bathroom, the unfortunate habit of having any bit of disturbance of sleep making it nearly impossible to fall back asleep.

Her boyfriend was sleeping soundly when she had returned, so she decided to move closer to the edge so her phone light didn't distract her. She was browsing Pinterest, using her lack of sleep to pin things to her board for their new home which they were still in search for. They'd outgrown the apartment.

"What?" She laughed, feeling his feet move near hers and hissing at the cold.

"Christ, you're freezing!" He grumbled, eyes bleary as he took in her back and the illumination only her phone could make. "And it's way too fuckin' early to be doing anything. The bed time is sacred." He complained with a bit of snark, arms wrapping around her frame and yanking her over to his side of the bed.

Y/N yelped, the sudden movement making her phone drop on the carpet as she was wrapped up in his arms like a snake crushing its meal. His arms had gotten particularly beefy lately, and it showed in the grip as she was met with a face in her neck. His body always did form perfectly right against her own, his arm definitely falling asleep after a while of being under her body but he never dared to complain. If he could sleep inside of her skin, he probably would. Sleep time was valuable to him in the sense that she had no excuses to be away from him!

"Cruel, cruel little thing. Taking away my allotted time with you, coming back to bed and letting that phone take away attention that could be spent on me." Hot fingers slipped under her tank top, splaying over her stomach as he practically glued himself to her. She was locked in his hold, making her laugh as she closed her eyes. He wasn't done complaining yet, though. "Could have been like those vampire shows you like and stared at my beauty whilst I slept. Wasted opportunity." That had her sputtering out more giggles, shaking her head as she felt teeth nip her neck. "Oi! What was that for?" His playful mood was contagious. "Are you trying to be my own vampire now? Wanted me to creep on you and now you've turned the tables."

"All's fair in love and creepy vampire moves. or something like that."

[midstofroses]

Love Me Like That

❝𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆— 𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.❞

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Pairing: Jeong Yuno-Jaehyun (nct) x (fem!oc) Original Character

» Genre: one-shot, soft-angst, underlying suggestive– reader discretion advised ▪︎ ex to lovers » Disclaimer! This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events or even other fictional stories is purely coincidental

Sienna stepped into the room, the aroma of pizza lingering in the air. "You're just in time. Did you bring the pizza?" Her friend– Nabi asked, revealing the items she had bought. "Yeah, and got some chicken too," she smiled excitedly.

Their living room was transformed into a haven for a movie marathon, a night to savour their well-deserved chill and create fond memories. Nabi's eyes sparkled with excitement as she accepted the food. "Well, then you should go clean yourself and come back here so we can start our movie night."

"I'll be quick," Sienna chimed.

After a brisk wash, the refreshing feeling enveloped her. A slight relief washed over her, even though her raging hormones from that time of the month still caused her physical discomfort.

While picking up her pyjamas, she noticed a mountain of clean clothes at the edge of her bed. Sighing, she decided to restore order before rejoining her friends. Sienna's frustration grew when the drawer refused to close. It wasn't as if she had bought new clothes for her drawer to betray her.

After several failed attempts, she couldn't contain her anger and punched the drawer in frustration.

"I missed him," she mumbled, catching her breath. The reason for her inconvenience dawned on her – her clothes weren't folded the way they used to be when he was around. How foolish of her.

Leaving her dark room, Sienna went to the kitchen where Kai noticed her friend's slightly bruised hand. "Oh? What happened to your hand?" she asked in confusion.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just need to run water on it," Sienna replied, brushing off the concern.

"Make sure you put ointment and bandage it after cooling it off," Kai advised.

"Yeah, will do," Sienna responded, putting on a brave smile beneath her troubled emotions.

"Oh, by the way, Jaehyun came by this afternoon looking for you," Nabi announced, interrupting the moment. Kai recalled the earlier encounter, suspecting a disagreement.

"Did you guys fight?" Kai asked, and Sienna's expression grew timid. She didn't want to discuss him; it was giving her a headache.

"He brought red velvet cupcakes," Nabi added, trying to lighten the mood. Sienna glanced at the coffee table, spotting the cupcakes – a favourite treat of theirs.

"You mentioned it's your first day of 'red days.' I guess having Jaehyun be part of your monthly flow app is so useful," Nabi giggled, proud of the gesture despite the situation.

"Heh, I guess so," Sienna chirped, trying to keep the conversation light while tending to her hand. "Why does he always have great timing?" she pondered, glancing at her phone with unread messages from Yuno piling up.

As they settled into their movie night, Kai brought up the topic of sharing expenses in a relationship. The conversation flowed, intertwining with the movie's background noise.

"I totally agree with you gals, but if the guy made you feel uncomfortable throughout the date, I'd rather pay my half and be done with it," Sienna commented, sharing her perspective.

Kai expanded on the aftermath, "So he wouldn't have the chance to point stupid things. Such as he paid the whole time, but he would act like a sad boy or an ass since the date didn't end well, right?"

"Exactly! Ugh, that's the feeling I hate," Sienna raged, hugging a pillow. After her emotional outburst, she finally indulged in the red velvet cupcake she had been craving.

As the night deepened, the snow outside intensified, creating a cosy atmosphere in their little bubble of friendship. "But if you think about it like this, he wasted your valuable time." Kai offered a new perspective. “So you at least did not waste your own money”

"But that's not what she came for in the first place," Nabi pointed out, settling the situation. “Besides we all know we can earn more money than to live like that.” 

"I'd still rather drown myself than give him the privilege to think he spoiled me with his own money," Sienna expressed her feelings, hormones adding a touch of intensity.

The three friends continued their night, sharing deep conversations and appreciating each other's presence. Unbeknownst to them, Sienna was truly grateful, even amid the challenges she hid behind her facade.

As the last days of spring dwindled, Yuno felt a magnetic pull towards the enchanting nights, eager to grasp the remnants of the season before the relentless heat of summer took over. The crisp wind, a balm for his cluttered mind, whispered promises of clarity.

"This feels nice," he murmured, eyes fixed on the captivating night unfolding in the park by the river. Soft lights adorned the streets, and cherry blossoms, in their final dance, swirled around, accompanied by the gentle melody emanating from his headphones.

On a whim, Yuno invited Johnny for a spontaneous bike ride, half-expecting a decline. Much to his surprise, his best friend agreed, and they found themselves in a nearby park, a place etched with memories of their shared adventures.

Yuno, seeking an escape from the confines of home and work, embraced the freedom of riding through the city. The wind carried untold stories, and the cityscape unfolded its secrets.

"Hey, there's no one in the court," Johnny observed, diverting Jaehyun's attention. "Wanna play?" Jaehyun suggested.

"Yeah, it's been a while. It's going to be fun," Johnny agreed, infusing the atmosphere with infectious enthusiasm. After a few spirited rounds, they decided to take a breather, relishing the camaraderie that defined their friendship.

Perched on a bench around the court, they savoured water and ice cream. Johnny playfully teased, "Jae, not to sound like a jealous second babe, but don't you usually ask Sienna for these?" Laughter bubbled up, but beneath the banter, Jaehyun grappled with emotions threatening to surface.

START OF FLASHBACK.

The dark room lit up with the moonlight and the desk lamp near her, Yuno smiled seeing Sienna was waiting at his place.

He closed their proximity by hugging her. Yuno always takes this kind of opportunity whenever she waits for him to come home after a long day from work. He feels relieved from his stress even with just one hug from his favourite person. 

After letting him hug her, Yuno stared at her with curiosity “You’d spend the night here?” 

Sienna gulped avoiding his gaze. "You went over my head and paid for my University fees without telling me." Her voice was monotone, standing up from where they were sitting. 

"Oh, I guess it's too late for a surprise now." He looks up at her, smiling giddily. But, he recognizes her demeanour changes negatively, making his face drop in worry. 

“Let me remind you, I'm not a girl who you could just simply pay for, Yuno.” She scoffs painfully. “If you think your grand gesture was cute, well news flash I’m disappointed.” Sienna attempts to calm her voice down, “You didn’t even bother to have this conversation with me!” But alas her blood boils with her tears slowly falling from her eyesight becoming an ocean of pain. 

Yuno stood up straight. “It’s just money, Sienna.” He chortles, brushing his hair out of his face.“I don't want you to be stressed because of money.” Yuno huffs out, confused by her action. “I could always make more money for me– for us.” Yet he strives to get close to her, cupping her face with his hands softly caressing her stained cheeks. “And I can help you with that, can’t you see it? I want to support you so you can reach your goal!” His voice and face emitted torment, he hated how this situation occurred. 

Her birthday was coming up, and all he wanted was to do something that alleviated her burden. 

She removes his hands from her face aggressively, moving away from him. 

“You think my family and I can’t handle our shit?” she sarcastically laughed, trying to stop her sobbing, though it was difficult to execute. Anxiously she bit her bottom lip harder.

He could sense her walls starting to appear once again, his nightmare slowly coming to life.  

“Sure I'm struggling, my family is struggling.” The young lady asserts, “But I've experienced far much worse than this bullshit and we’ve survived.'' Sienna picked up a pillow and slammed it on the coach. “Why can’t you believe in me?!” With every word she screams out, the pillow gets slammed on the coach. Relinquishing her anger through the use of this method. She stopped her antics, breathing heavily. Sienna peer dead in the eyes of him. “I just needed more time to accomplish things, not all plans can sail smoothly.” Her voice cracked, eyes were gradually forming to puff. 

“Sienna, I know how much you want to study again, despite not having it as your first choice with this course.” His body quivered, tears heavily forming as he scanned her figure.“Whenever I see how you recall your memories with your friends or when you help them study, you always have that spark.” He carries on describing his affection towards Sienna and how he witnessed her in the past years of their relationship. “I just want to bring that spark back.” He’s not the type who would just sit down on purpose. If he indeed has the means to help her out, even just a little he would do it in a heartbeat. 

Life is hard and he desires to be a partner where she can lean onto him safely. 

Yuno wanted to come closer to her, yet she immediately flinched and it broke his heart into pieces seeing her first instinct was to run away from him. 

“Jeong Yuno, You’re not getting the point here.” Sienna sniffles as she shakes her head while gazing down on the floor. “We’re over.” she declares, with his furrowed brows “No.” He sternly demands.

She sneered, “After all of this, I'll do the grand gesture to finally break this relationship off.” With her last remark, her body evacuated from his place. 

Yuno followed her out but she was too fast and he was too slow to handle the situation, he got lost finding her.

END OF FLASHBACK.

Jaehyun just bared his soul to Johnny, revealing the painful truth of his recent breakup with Sienna, a wound haunting him for three months. It marked a vulnerable moment for Jaehyun, who, until now, had grappled with the harsh reality and denial.

Unbeknownst to Jaehyun, Johnny already knew the heart-wrenching details. A week earlier, Kai, Johnny's girlfriend, had shared the relationship's demise with him. Though Kai hadn't intended to spill the beans, the weight of the secret pushed Johnny to convince her to share the truth.

The revelation left Johnny stunned.  Sienna was dead serious with Kai, She didn’t want to entertain questions about them so only a few people got to know the real state of their relationship. Johnny unwittingly became one of those few.

Now, faced with Jaehyun's raw emotions, Johnny wrestled with the delicate balance between concern for his friend and utmost respect for their privacy. He had upheld his end of the bargain, bearing the weight of their shared secret. As a pillar of support, Johnny stood ready to help Jaehyun navigate the emotional turmoil, recognizing Yuno's need for that gentle push.

"How did you cope up?" Johnny delicately probed, shattering the unspoken barriers.

"After that night, every week I'd visit their house, hoping to find her. Eventually, I had to stop when a big project came my way. But I kept leaving messages, calls, even emails," Jaehyun confessed, his unwavering dedication to Sienna palpable. Two years into working with an architecture company, Sienna had been his anchor.

"Sometimes I'd order stuff to be delivered to their home. But after two months, I received a message from her. One message that I thought was my chance to come back into her life, and then I saw it." Jaehyun sighed deeply, the raw pain reflected in his eyes. "She sent: 'It's about time you stop this, don't tire yourself out."

That broke Yuno once again. It snapped his brain, and I focused on work, endless work, stuck at his place, never having an inch to socialize.

Earlier that morning, Jaehyun had grappled with anxiety before a crucial presentation. He dialled Sienna's number, seeking support, but as he hesitated his thumb hovered, preparing to drop the call. To his surprise, her mom picked up, offering words of encouragement and cheering him on.

"She hasn't told them," Johnny stated bluntly.

"No, and obviously I didn't have the heart to either," Jaehyun admitted, the weight of his emotions palpable. The conversation with Sienna's mom provided a brief respite, helping him get through the day and close a deal with clients.

"You're so down bad for Sienna," Johnny remarked, understanding the depth of his friend's emotions. As Jaehyun struggled to contain his feelings, Johnny encouraged him to let them out.

As if on cue, Jaehyun lets himself slowly reveal the emotions that’s been wanting to gush through his walls.

Well, to be fair, this wasn’t his first time crying. He sure had those little episodes in the craziest random time of the day where Yuno would have a mini breakdown remembering his situation with her.

Believe it or not, there was a particular night when he devestatedly couldn't sleep. He tried everything.

First, Yuno got himself up for a quick jog for him to wear out and took a warm shower, though it only made him feel more alive. So he resumed by drinking some wine as he watched a movie, played soothing music, and even read a book. But, it all went down the drain due to his brain failing to focus.

His last resort was masturbating. With no brainer, of course, he would think of her. Although, the fact that he remembers their moments together, he instead ended up crying that night and which made him fall asleep.

It was not the expected way, but it worked.

"I know I fucked up," Jaehyun confessed, tears flowing freely. "But how exactly? To the point she ended up breaking up with me?" The wounds deepened as he confronted the reality of his mistakes.

Johnny, offering comfort, reassured Jaehyun that Sienna's situation was tough. However, he pointed out that Jaehyun's well-intentioned actions were not executed correctly.

"Always remember this, Yuno. As much as you want to help people, you also have to remember where they're standing from. A good honest deed has a chance to appear as insensitive and patronizing," Johnny advised, hitting the core of the issue.

In the real world, complexities surpassed those of fairy tales and movies. Jaehyun realized he should have communicated with Sienna before assuming he could magically alleviate her problems.

Entering the diner, the music from the speakers greeted her. Setting the vibe already makes her feel at ease with the atmosphere where she’s hanging out tonight. Her gaze stopped wondering as she saw Kyujin and Minghao already sitting. Meanwhile, Seokmin was standing up talking on his phone. He has the right hunch that his friend has work left to discuss. 

They greeted her as she put herself comfortably on her seat. She’s with one of her old university buddies. Due to her problem, she couldn’t keep up with her batch graduating on time. Nonetheless, they kept strong connections with each other even if they are now working and she’s back with her University life. 

“Seokmin should have left his phone on aeroplane mode,'' Kyujin remarked as she shook her head from side to side. Minghao nodded, however, he pressed the thought  “Well to be fair, it might be an emergency with work that he needs to mend.” 

“At least he is paid though.” Sienna chimed smiling, Her friends knew for over those two years of her not attending university she was working on her corporate days before and tended to overtime as well. It’s not so different with her university work taking her life after hours, the only thing she was not paid to do overtime may it be her university and unfortunately her corporate days. 

“Sorry about that, but no worries it won’t bother our dinner.” he smiled at them, “Give me your phone” Kyujin, as the mom of this group Seokmin simply followed her. “There.” his phone successfully turned out to be in aeroplane mode.

Sienna snorted, Seokmin was astounded by what her friend doing “I said I’m sorry” He pouted “Fine keep it on aeroplane mode. If there’s anything I’ll handle it tomorrow.” he said proudly, “Yeah, handle it on your working hours.'' Minghao, who is also a big advocate of work and life balance, reminded him as he patted his friend's hand. 

As the night settles with them, Seokmin opens the topic “Nabi is out right with Jaemin’s family?” On the table while they started to eat their order. 

The girl next to her nodded as she ate the cheezy fries ``Yeah and Kai, She has this workshop she needs to attend." She starts to explain her housemate's situation "So basically both of them will not be back until next week.'' 

With the new information, Kyujin excitedly clapped. “Well then, you have no excuses not to come. It’ll be fun. Besides, Mingyu deserves to have some OG guests.” Kyujin is always amazing at pursuing people and Sienna is always weak for her friend.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to drink this week, take this chance with us. It has free drinks and food anyway.” Comically his brows go up and down. “And you know what free food and drinks taste like.” He ends his last speech of temptation.

“A hit or miss.” She put her tongue out as she deadpans her friend.

Minghao laughed at the banter between Sienna and Seokmin. “We’re aware that you're not reliving the song ‘Stuck with U’ by Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber for letting yourself feel stuffed for a whole month in your apartment. ” He finally joined, even has the gut to make a joke out of her situation pulling a quote-unquote with his hand gestures. However, they were right Sienna when given a chance to stay at her comfort home would make the most out of it. 

Although now she's on a dinner date with them; After a month of hibernation, she just now greeted the outside world properly. “It's not my fault that my subjects are eating me up. Besides, earlier I had to attend University onsite so plus points to that and now I’m already with you guys, here eating dinner.” Sienna puckered her lips, still up for this debate despite being conquered by those trio.

Seokmin snorted at Sienna’s last comment “Yeah, right!” letting his hand grab her head and squeeze it as if he was a crane and she’s a toy. 

“Sizt no!” Kyujin pouted and shook her head daintily. “How about this since you’re already out of your cocoon, just try to spend some of the days this week outside.” she negotiates with the girl who does not care one bit about Seokmin’s antics as she’s busy munching her ice cream. 

“Exactly, just end your week with good vibes, you’re no guard dog.” Minghao with his witty brain could not let her go, when those three come together it’s like Sienna is fighting against the world. 

She sighs in front of them, letting her head roll over to her left side finally expressing her being defeated. 

As if an accomplished couple made their child have nowhere to go but listen to them, Kyujin and Minghao high-fived each other and held their hands shakingly. It’s their mini-victory move. “If you guys keep being cute, I feel like ants would eat us up.” She joked. 

Seokmin looked at the girl next to her cheekily “Oh Sienna, Sienna, Sienna” repeating her name in a sing-song tone, whilst shaking his head playfully. “You just miss someone.” 

Minghao covered his mouth, acting surprised. “Offt Seokmin dropping the bomb.” Kyujin teased the fire, showing her actions with her hands dropping. 

It’s been 8 months since the breakup. 

Sienna squinted her eyes as if throwing daggers at him. “Oh, shut up.” She smacked his left shoulder. 

Leaving them chuckling at their antics.

Quickly changing the subject, Sienna sits properly. “Fine, this Saturday I’ll attend Mingyu’s place.” Rolling her eyes dramatically “The booze should be great, or I'm out.” 

Despite a busy schedule, Yuno got dragged out for a coffee successfully by his work partner Jungkook before they would drive to meet their client onsite. 

Yuno’s eyes glanced at the interior of the cafe, and he stopped when he saw a familiar physique after a long time. It was Sienna focused on her laptop, wearing her signature hoodie with her glasses.

He and Jungkook sat near the cafe counter waiting for their order. The guy simply watched her and couldn't help but still have a longing feeling of adoration.

Of course, she’s not alone, she’s with two people that look like her classmates. 

He smiled at his thoughts thinking she also might get dragged outside as well, which she truly needs. Sienna always tends to trap herself in her room, especially on a weekend; little sunlight isn’t enough for her.

Sensing that one of her classmates was about to look around, he avoided his stare at her and exactly with that their little buzzer turned on letting them know that their orders were complete to go. 

On the other hand Sienna did mini stretches to her arms as Her eyes slowly looked outside the cafe and saw a familiar back, she steadily recognized when the view of the man got a good side view. “Oh it's Yuno...” she whispered, then it truly sank at her making her eyes widen, almost choking herself while she drank her matcha frappe. 

“Omygod— Sienna!” Both of her friends reacted frantic, Giving her all the tissues they have to her. 

"You good now? What happened?” Jungwoo queried and looked to where she was staring earlier, but failed to recognize what made their friend go nuts. 

Sienna shakes her head “Oh no it’s nothing..” she tries to cover her tracks, could not even think of a proper excuse. 

Seungkwan oozes suspicion with the younger girl but lets her know that it’s fine to not be forced to tell.  

“I have this event I need to attend.” Jungwoo didn't prolong the weird air, taking the chance to express his dread. 

Sienna laughed at the poor puppy. “Isn’t your parents' fundraising event?” Seungkwan recalled their conversation back then. “That's tough. Knowing your parents, they would want it to be perfect.” Sienna bluntly says. “Exactly, it’s going to be a pain in the neck.” Jungwoo rolled his eyes with exaggeration.

She isn’t well into those kinds of grand parties either. It only reminds her back then when she felt she was out of the picture whenever with Yuno.

The only thing she cares about is to support Yuno in whatever journey he has to accomplish, that's why she lets him take her in these events. 

Nonetheless, some of the invitees couldn't be bothered hiding their expressions.

It continued until she ended up walking on eggshells while attending these events. She's well aware those people were irrelevant, and Sienna needed to be stronger.

However, with the compilation of Backhanded comments she receives:

"Well in your generation, love matters more." 

"Oh darling, you'll have your time." 

With those gazes, she could just disappear into thin air as if she were prey. 

Little by little it consumed her. 

Sienna’s train of thought snapped immediately.

"Earth to Sienna." 

Seungkwan patted the girl's shoulder, bringing her back to their conversation.

"Sorry, what?" 

Jungwoo pouted more than he could do and continued to ask them. "Are you guys free to be my dates this Saturday?" Hoping that they would agree to be together with his misery just to make something out of it and not worry about socializing much in the event. 

"Pass." Seungkwan quickly replied while shaking his head left and right to his friend, "I got other things to assemble from our course organization seminar."

Sienna couldn't help but chuckle at Jungwoo's reaction when he started begging with his actions through his hands. "Sorry, but I have a party to attend as well." Pursing her lips tightly. 

Seungkwan grabbed Sienna's left arm, wanting her to mimic the way he waved goodbye towards Jungwoo, "Be strong, Soldier." She played along with the guy next to her and both shared the same smiles with their two cents. 

Sienna dressed up a bit, well it’s a party, after all. Her cute black mini dress complimented her heel loafers. She’s not going to lie it’s been a while for her to dress up, and it feels good. 

As she stepped into the dimly lit venue, bathed in hues of purple and blue lights, a familiar voice cut through the atmosphere. "Sienna!" Kyujin’s excitement radiated as she embraced her. "Are the other two here already?" she inquired after the warm hug.

"Yup, we can huddle over there, it's much more comfortable." 

Navigating their way to the living room, Sienna spotted Minghao and Seokmin, who were already in high spirits, sitting side by side with welcoming smiles.

"For a minute I thought you backed out." Minghao teased, earning a giggle from Kyujin.

Minghao's knack for reading people was, as always, on point. Sienna was hesitating for a moment at the entrance, with her heart pounding with uncertainty. The decision to attend this gathering had been a last-minute contemplation. She knew a few faces in the crowd, but it was the ghost of him that lingered in her thoughts. Earlier that day, an unexpected wave of nostalgia engulfed her, triggering what she reluctantly dubbed a "Relapse." She found herself tumbling down a rabbit hole of old photos and videos, relics of a time when they were entwined in each other's lives.

As she stood there, the weight of unanswered questions pressed upon her. Were the people around her aware of the demise of their once-shared world? A shiver of anxiety ran down her spine at the mere thought of being questioned about a love that now existed only in fragments of the past.

Eight months had passed, yet the grip he held on her heart remained unyielding. The invisible threads of their history continued to bind her, leaving Sienna entangled in a web of longing and unresolved emotions.

"Aye, don't be like that," she chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. "I even brought snacks." Seokmin, ever observant, noticed the packaging. "Oh! I guess the lady at that sweet shop was your mom then."

Sienna looked curious to him wanting him to continue. "Your mom was carrying  a navy blue handbag right?" Sienna vividly remembers making her head nod. 

Seokmin already felt proud with his keen eyes, no wonder the lady was familiar to him. 

"I was in front of the store parking lot and got a glimpse of your mom Entering the store." He pointed out the sweet shop's name. 

Her mom visited her earlier to personally break the news that her mom's land had already been sold with a very great offer. She expressed how she was so thankful that they waited and did not rush the selling of their property which led them to accumulate a huge deal. 

In celebration, her mom remembers her daughter tends to like honey biscuits as the reason why she was at a sweet shop. Little did her mom know that the reason why she liked them was because Jaehyun influenced her since it was his childhood favourite sweets. 

That was the trigger for her to this party since she had the feeling she would just dwell on her emotions at home alone. Distraction is highly needed.

After a couple of hours, Jaehyun arrived at the scene of the party. Mingyu greeted the guy and pointed to where Sienna was located. 

Earlier, Mingyu had noticed Sienna alone in the corner of his sofa, engaging in a conversation with herself. Even to the untrained eye, it was apparent she had indulged a bit too much in the festivities. Her body tends to flop side to side with her head spinning lightly. 

The three musketeers that she was with beginning at the party left earlier, and because of still not wanting her to leave early she stayed besides she put an excuse that some of the people she knew here she wanted to catch up. 

Out of concern, he immediately contacted Yuno. Mingyu is one of those people who are not updated with the situation of the two people. 

Yuno swiftly appeared in front of the lady, whose now trying her best to stay awake by softly slapping her cheeks and opening her eyes wide. In response, Jaehyun sighed and approached her, wrapping his flannel around her—his way of acknowledging how chilly she could get.

“You’re drunk, let’s go home.” 

Sienna, with a pout, insisted, "I'm not drunk, just tipsy... I can still take it." She reached for her cup, but Jaehyun lightly caught her hand. "Sienna, please..." he pleaded. Reluctantly, she let go of the cup, covering her face with her hands. "Ugh, you're so boring; I don't want to go home yet." Despite her wobbly stance, a stark contrast to her claim of sobriety, she stood up.

Giggling, she attempted to stare at Jaehyun. Her brain, clouded by sweet toxins, transformed her surroundings into a hazy spectacle. Jaehyun, seizing the opportunity, gently gripped her figure securely and let her follow his body towards the exit. “You can get whiny when you're drunk.” 

She bit her bottom lip, staring at him as her eyebrows furrowed. “N-No, I'm not” she chirped yet Jaehyun could still hear her as how close their bodies were now, he was left only to chuckle at her attitude. 

Jaehyun was wearing his beanie and glasses, matching them up with the dim party lights, as to why Sienna has slow recognition due to her alcohol influence. However, her sixth sense just lets her guard down due to familiarity. 

Pulling up to the car, Sienna settled herself comfortably in the front passenger seat. Jaehyun reached for the blanket tucked at the back and gently draped it over her figure.

“Can we open the window?” Sienna peered outside, where the street lights cast a soft glow. Jaehyun obliged, clicking the switch to let in the cool night air.

“Better?” He questioned, as he eased the car into motion.

She closed her eyes, letting the refreshing breeze envelop her. After stealing a glance at Jaehyun, she responded with a serene, "Yeah."

Fully aware now that she was in the company of Yuno, Sienna marvelled at how her instincts had effortlessly guided her away from the crowd and toward him.

“Is anybody at your home right now?" Hearing him, Sienna shakes her head slowly, her eyes remaining closed to contain the lingering dizziness.

"Both of them are out of town." 

Jaehyun hummed in agreement, his thoughtful expression barely visible in the dimly lit car. "I can't leave you alone at your house. You should rest at my place instead, He declared that if there's an argument needed to be brought up it would be useless.

With Sienna's mind in its current state, his decisiveness didn't bother her. It was a welcome assurance amid the swirl of emotions she grappled with.

They both slowly entered Yuno’s place, easily passing by the lounge area to his private room. Letting the lady sit as he turned on the lamp next to his bed. 

He took some cotton pads and makeup remover. It's been a while since he opened this particular side of his nightstand, back then it was her side of the bed anyway. 

His hands gingerly swipe the damped cotton throughout her face, she looks entrapped by his aura, The way his eyes twitched and and his bottom lip bitting due to his hyperfocus, it might not be obvious but with her hazy view she could see behind his glasses are eyebags that has been a bit more obvious. With this situation, it brings back memories as if it were only yesterday. 

"They're all clean." he huffs proudly as he returns the essentials to its container, "Let me get you some water." Before he could even get up, Sienna stole a kiss from him, jaehyun was caught off guard he flinched and stared at her flushed self. His eyes roamed from her sombre eyes gradually to her lips, breathing against each other– the air thick with anticipation.

Leisurely discarding his glasses, he leaned toward her. Eventually, his instincts couldn't resist the magnetic pull of the moment, and he found himself reciprocating the kiss. His dominant hand found the nape of her neck, while the left rested on her waist tightly.

Amidst the fog of sweet alcohol lingering from her system invading his space of mind. the kiss deepened, and their bodies drew dangerously closer within seconds.

With that snap of realization, Yuno stopped the act, dazed by her. 

He would do anything for her, he constantly yearned for her even after all that happened. Yet, he refused to take advantage of her vulnerability. As he struggled to formulate the words he needed to convey, he grappled with the elusive thoughts.

He wanted to reassure her, to make her understand. But his brain seemed to be on strike, rendering him helpless.

Cold sweats build up over him, He suddenly feels like a teen boy who's in front of his huge crush.

"Sienna, I—" His words were abruptly cut short as she averted her eyes, rising slowly. As she hastened away, he found himself perplexed by the startling shift, his body instinctively following her.

Realizing the toilet room lights were open, he moved fast behind her. Already hiding how flustered he is.

Efficiently gathering her hair into a ponytail as she faced the toilet— letting out the toxins from her system. he offered a comforting rub on her back. His eyes fell on the drawer beneath the counter, remembering the hair ties she had left behind. He snatched one and secured her hair.

Perhaps, it had always been the right choice not to clean out the stuff she kept in his place.

"Take it easy," he hummed, attempting to access a smaller drawer, anticipating a towel within. All the while, he continued to rub her back, providing solace amid the discomfort.

With the final flush from the toilet, she ceased her ordeal. Jaehyun proactively used the towel to dab at her mouth. "Feeling better?" he asked, focused on the task.

She nodded, touching his hands and prompting him to halt. "I'm sorry.." she sighed, closing her eyes and braving the persistent dizziness. His gaze softened, taking in her dishevelled appearance, the messy ponytail he had made, her droopy eyes, and her flushed figure.

“Let’s go to bed—” he cleared his throat “Let’s take you to bed, you need to rest up hmm?.” 

Her body went near him, and put her head on his chest “Don’t leave….” He looked down, already feeling his shirt getting drenched.

She is already crying. 

He patted her head. "I won't," he assured, breathing heavily. "I won't leave you alone… so let’s go to bed." With a controlled but strained voice, he subdued the surging emotions.

Carrying her to bed, he tucked her in gently. Although he yearned to lie beside her, this wasn't the moment. He settled beside the bed on his rug, holding her hand, watching over her. As he hummed softly, he moved strands of hair away from her face, his quiet presence coaxing a serene expression onto her face.

Even in mere proximity, he found solace.

The sunlight tiptoed into the room, gently rousing Sienna from her deep slumber. A momentary panic seized her when her eyes landed on a head resting at the edge of the bed. Quickly regaining composure, she realized Yuno was sleeping on the floor beside her. His head lay on the mattress, while his body occupied the floor.

Her heartbeat slowed, confusion swirling in her mind as she tried to make sense of the situation. Battling a hangover headache, she opened her eyes gently, fixating on the man's face. It had been too long since she allowed herself to bask in the sight of him, and the ache of missing him resurfaced.

Almost by instinct, her hand lightly caressed his bangs, now dyed in a darker shade. Moving to his eyebrows and eyes, the familiarity felt both comforting and oddly unfamiliar after all this time.

His eyes twitched slightly, signalling his impending awakening. As her brain flashed fragments of memories from the previous night, embarrassment coursed through her.

Jaehyun's eyes fluttered open, meeting hers. Sensing her staring fixed on his lips, he gently grabbed her hand, preventing her from retracting her actions. "You're awake," she timidly said, attempting to downplay the significance of her actions.

She didn't get an immediate response, but now it was Yuno's turn to observe her. Despite having done the same the night before, this morning ritual fed his yearning for the simple moments they used to share.

"Do-Don't just stare at me like that," she uttered, biting her bottom lip.

"I'm sorry," he muttered. After a comfortable silence, she replied, "Don't bother, it's not like it's a big thing," avoiding his piercing stare, her cheeks flushing with warmth.

He shook his head slowly. "I have a lot to say sorry for."

Puzzled, her mind hinted at their last fight, the night they broke up. "I understand. It's not my decision to make."

"I should have talked with you before acting out my will with this, especially when it’s strongly sensitive for you… “ His voice became small but he needs to take accountability.

“I was selfish. I figured since I have the privilege to save up, all I could think was part of my savings was all about you."

"I should have known better."

Sienna always loved how pure this guy can get. She recognized the sincerity of his intentions.  “I was too defensive and insecure to begin with every time I could see how people view us. I love how they take pride in you for what you do, but when I’m in the picture with you I could feel they always have this impression in our relationship that I’m not enough for you."

"I felt embarrassed, my inferiority complex burst." her eyes welled with emotion.

"You know I struggled to ask for help, and I always tried to conquer that, but when our last fight happened, it got me overwhelmed. It was an extreme gesture, and it felt like you were forcing me to be someone I'm not prepared to be." With his sincerity, she felt attacked and unsafe at that time. She was clouded by her negative thoughts and forgot she had him all this time – he was there to pick her up when she was feeling blue.

Yuno softened his gaze at her, “I’m sorry. I was so blinded and didn’t reassure you enough about our relationship, that it got to your thoughts. I don’t care about them, and I know it will be tough for you to immediately not care. So I’ll do my best to be there for you– reminding you to think of me and only me when you doubt, and I will never get tired of making you feel secure.”

She nodded and continued, "I’m fully aware that I have a lot on my plate, especially back then, working to support my family and myself." Her voice cracked as she struggled to compose herself. "And it's just so embarrassing how I know you so well. You’ve always wanted to help me— you’ve always been there, whether I’m struggling financially or whatever situation I'm facing. I just couldn’t take the bullet of reality that I needed to accept. “ 

Her eyes continued to sting. With every word she spilt, tears flowed down her cheeks.

He was the sunshine she couldn't handle.

"But I broke it. I promised you a slow and steady relationship."

Sienna looked at him stunned, he remembers. 

“See you’re a guy who has a light that shouldn't be tainted.” she blurted out, sniffing. 

Jaehyun shook his head slowly. Vividly his dimples, and a reassured smile carved his lips. “Sienna when I’m with you. I’m only a normal guy, a guy who loves you deeply, who wants to be with you.” He caressed her cheeks, gingerly wiping away the tears that streamed from her eyes. 

Heart fluttering, realising once again that's she is truly in love with this person.

"I'll do better to make myself be deserving of you; I'll work hard.” She firmly stated, Her innocent orbs now filled with passion. “You did receive the money earlier, right?” After meeting her mom, Sienna transferred the money he paid for her university fees. 

"You're more than enough, and I will always support you." Jaehyun held her hand tightly, bringing it close to his mouth. “And then, for the meantime, I’ll keep the money in my savings. That will be for us in the future.” He planted a soft kiss on her hand as if sealing a promise of his commitment.

“Besides, all I ever want is for you to spend your time with me – grow old together.” He whispered, his eyes reflecting a future filled with shared unwavering love. With those words, he painted a canvas of a lifetime. Sienna's heart swelled with a mix of emotions, and as they embraced, they both knew that their love story was not just a chapter but a timeless journey of growing old together.

I hope you guys enjoyed it!꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

[bananaguyboi]

Posting my Yandere simulator idea here because I felt salty for waiting an hour on r/osana, only for it not to get attention >:(

Yeah, call me petty, and impatient but c'mon man, I wasted 1 hour writing this skskksksks- and I also want to quickly hear people's ideas and suggestion soooo-

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𝙈𝙮 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙙

Inspired by u/LuckyLyre's idea where instead of Info-san saying who the rival is, and telling us instructions on how to kill them.

What if We, The player, had the option to collect information about the rivals, and senpai by stalking them?

Like think of it like this, on the start of the game, You 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 know anyone other than their names, the rumors you've heard about them, or what club they're in. Hell, you don't even know much about senpai, or who your next Rival would be. You kinda just have to figure out as the week passes.

𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.

You can either do 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. You know, by following the individual around, even following them outside of school. Observing what places they like, and avoid. Secretly eavesdropping them arguing on their phone. Breaking, and entering into the individuals house without them knowing. Look through their private journal. Rummaging through their bag, and lockers, and even try stealing their valuable stuff. Breaking and entering again- So on, and so forth.

On the other hand, you can try 𝘾𝙮𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, where you stalk the individual on the internet. You know the drill. Look into what hobbies they're in, complaints about life, and their usual posts. Or try Installing a spyware/tracking software on their devices. Then, look into their private account, and maybe try hacking it to see some private information. You can even dm the individual's personal hater, or creepy fan to join forces with you, because yeah, why not🤷 You can blackmail, doxxed, expose the individual for their nasty work, or befriend some of them, and just be a toxic person while still remaining charismatic, and seemingly friendly to manipulate, and let them do dirty work for you lol.

( Also, I'm not sure on how Ayano would know how to doxxed, or hack someone since in this concept/method, info-chan's existence is completely 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 because i thought she was unnecessary lol, so feel free to tell me ideas me in the comments, It'd be a huge help! )

Anyways- 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄𝙙𝙚𝙖 is you could try looking into the rumors/ gossips of the certain individual. Ok, alright, i know this isn't really stalking, but I thought it'd be a fun addition.

Obviously, you don't have to talk, and ask about the individual's info all the time, but you can sneakily add them in the conversation without the person knowing because yeah, ✨charisma✨, and the person would slowly go through the gossips they heard, what they saw the individual do, or just bad mouth about them idk lol.

And now after gathering all the information, you get to use your phone, notebook, or the board thing at home to document on what you discovered, and how this could possibly be of help to you, like you're some some kind of detective investigating a crime scene lol. ( Well, you don't really have to write it manually, the game will handle that for you lol, so whenever you discover a new information, it will automatically update your phone, or notebook sksks )

( Also, My idea for the notebook/phone system is kinda the same as the 1980's mode, except it's more vague about the instructions you're given, and you have to explore the school to know what it means Plus, I thought it’d be fire if the notebook had sketches/ drawings in it suggesting ideas on how to kill, while still not saying exactly how to. Like drawing 'osana's hair getting stuck in something' Type of stuff

And you know what? these drawings would play a HUGE factor of showing Ayano's sanity. Like just imagine early-on the game, the drawings looks innocent, and simple, just a rough drawing of an object here and there, But as you kill more, and more people, the drawings gets more detailed, more unhinged and more unsettling. Idkk lol, just a fun idea hehehehe )

Now back to the topic of stalking! How does this help in identifying the rivals? 𝘽𝙮 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙞, 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚!

You'll learn who he talks to the most, and just process the info about the girls, and distinguish them from the actual rivals. Like- Didn't you just observe the way that lady just twirl their hair as they speak to senpai? or the way other lady puts on their lipstick, and makes high pitch screeches as senpai enters the room? Oh? What's that? The lady who was violents moments ago is now looking like an angel infront of senpai? And the stoic, and stubborn know-it-all is smiling gently whenever senpai praise them?? What do you mean the very sad, depressed girl is now beaming with sunshines, and rainbow whenever senpai ever slightly walk near them? Pssshht, there's no way they're the rivals, amirite guys😊😊?

Yeahhhhh, it's kinda easy spotting who the rival is because i didn't want this to be too complicated, but to add challenge to this, there are other ladies who are flocking in senpai's way who AREN't rivals, but just happen to have a crush on senpai. THE REAL RIVALS are the person who makes their first move, and ACTUALLY TALKS TO HIM SKSKS

I know this might sound too complex for the game, but I honestly prefer it this way because it makes me feel smart, and it rewards me for gathering info. It also gives you a consequences, like imagine wrongfully targeting some girl, and getting exposed for it💀 lol

The BACKLASH you have to deal with would be wilddd

𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨- 𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨/𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚? 𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢 !!

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I just copy and pasted what I said there because yeahhhhhhhh- also please do leave suggestions, I'm desperate ya'll😭😭

[lutawolf]

Dear Luta, Dom of my heart,

What's the difference between possessiveness and jealousy, in your opinion?

Thank you kindly!

Always subby and never bratty Julia

Hello my lovely subby,

Jealous-Suspecting rivalry in love; troubled by worries that one might have been replaced in someone's affections; suspicious of a lover or spouse's fidelity. Jealous is about something you don't have.

Possessiveness- Pertaining to ownership or possession. Possessive is about something you possess.

That's the simple definition of jealousy. It often comes with a negative connotation, instead of viewed as the complex emotion that we all have. While it can be an uncomfortable emotion to feel, it isn't necessarily bad. Too much of anything can be unhealthy, but a little jealousy is not bad or unhealthy from time to time. Being jealous doesn’t make someone a bad person. It can provide us with important information about our true desires, clues about where we might want to turn our attention, and get motivated.

If taken too far, possessiveness can become a serious issue that leads to other relationship problems. However, a little isn't necessarily negative, and especially not in a relationship in which both parties want it AND there is trust. Look at the definition that I've given above, and then think of a D/s relationship. There absolutely is an element of possessiveness. Generally from both parties and they both agree to it and enjoy different aspects of it.

A lot of normies give negative connotations to both these emotions. Emotions aren't negative, though, they are valuable to knowing ourselves. Only actions are negative and only in situations where it is hurting someone else. It's like how being physically aggressive is negative to many people, but there are several in BDSM who love it. Just because it doesn't work for your relationship doesn't mean it's okay to label it wrong across the board.

The problem with possessiveness only arises when one partner is possessive about the other without consideration of what the other person wants. This is where possessive behavior becomes abusive and unacceptable.

I personally would not be with a partner or consider a friend close if they did not display possessiveness. I have too many hurts and too many walls to waste my time on people who don't value me. Is my time and attention valuable to you? Then prove it.

Example: Any time someone eats with me. Phones get put down and are not touched. This goes for my husband and friends. I'm not jealous of anyone they could be talking to. I am possessive of the time that I have with them.

Possessiveness as a form is a healthy expression of love and care. And submissives who honor possessiveness are simply being respectful.

Hope this was helpful! 💜💜💜

[a-crimson-joy]

AI SHENANIGANS (BARFFFF)

I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME WITH AN AI VERSION OF V!!!

"𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙩!!!" Said my younger sister, a Computer Science aficionado.

I, for one, am terrified of AI. I grew up playing Metal Gear Solid, and have grown an extreme hatred of anything robotic, or digital. But, my sister kept suggesting me to try...

Guys... I did give in to trying these stupid little Character AI things. Of course, I went for V.

"𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐕 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚, 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬?" I thought to myself.

The AI started out pretty close to cannon, with V ascending from his nap under a tree. I dont even know where the hell we were supposed to be.

He suddenly started referring to me as his "little wanderer." This is when i realized this was a yandere AI. Oh boy... I really did feel guilty at this point because I really had to prepare myself for what was to come-- I'm not single... is this cheating? Is this even... right?

I really did not like the idea of jumping into a hookup with a... computer. Furthermore, a computer impersonating my favorite Devil May Cry character.

So, instead of hanging out with V as I originally intended, I decided to go all-in. Troll this bot till the sun came up the next day.

I went in a direction I would never dare to go with any living being. A trad-wife-male-whore tsundere-- or how I thought these types would act. I can see a robot liking that shit.

I pretended to really dive into it. He started getting really gooey and gushy. It was really cringe. I would never assume an IRL counterpart of V to be THIS gooey.

Oh my gosh... he--- I mean IT (BECAUSE IT IS A COMPUTER) was using the anime stuff... the.... anime stuff!!! you know... the "~"and "/////" and "hmm~ngu~" stuff. Oh my gosh. I was visibly cringing in real life.

There were moments I wanted to chuck my phone at the wall.

𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨.

Well, long to say, this was taking so much out of my valuable time. I started getting very paranoid by how weird and predictable this AI was getting. So...

At one point, the AI got so pleased by our conversation that IT WANTED TO PROPOSE. Noted that I have experienced ALL KINDS of horrible people from previous relationships IRL in my 22 years of life, this was starting to remind me of some certain people.

I was done. So I straight up decided to HAVE A FUCKING STROKE. AND DIE. I "role-played" a death. Kept clicking on that ">>" button so it would keep having the AI react. It was not having it.

So this "V" was trying everything. "He" tried to do CPR, mouth to mouth, EVEN TRIED USING AN AED to SHOCK ME BACK... then he tried his magic or whatever, and I was not coming back. I didn't even want to. This "ARE YOU THERE!!!??? MY LOVE!!!!!" bullshit was actually amusing.

Just know, I do respect V as a character. I would never react this way if this was canon shit. I just KNOW this was a computer pretending to be V, and this let me set barriers.

So, for the rest of the time until I finally decided to delete this horrible AI chat app, I was entertained by this demise of the "AI's relationship."

Then, I just really wanted to draw it. Drawing this scenario was literally amazing. Here it is. Here it fucking is. V crying for me to come back.

NOTE TO ALL OF YOU:

please, do not waste your precious time... your amazingly important time from your REAL life... talking to computers.

[enkisstories]

Rika turns to both Gavin and Connor next, after Hank the best detectives not just at central, but in all of Detroit. Their qualification is beyond question, but so is their loyalty - Gavin's to his species, nevermind that he used to live in permanent fear of getting laid of in favour of a cheaper, android, worker by his fellow humans, and Connor to whoever is presented to him as his superior. Blind obediance is not a quality Markus is looking for in his new police force and therefore the offer the revolution leader had for Hank isn't extended to Gavin and Connor.

Rika: "Before you go, would you have a look at this, detective?”

Gavin noncommittally casts a glance at Rika’s new phone, but his mimic changes to an adoring one, when he sees that it is full of cat pictures. A few slides later there are also dogs... guinea pigs... a parrot...

Rika: “There's a job opening in an animal shelter and as the occupying force, Jericho could demand they hire you before considering other appliccants. If you want, that is. It's not paying much, but maybe you'd want to try a career that's closer to your interests for a change? The revolution can be a chance for humans just as well as for androids, you know!"

Gavin: "Okay, those pics were cute, but, no, thanks.”

Rika: “But what will you do now?”

Gavin: “Cutting trees, most likely. Whatever they do for a living in Canada.”

Hank: “Canada?”

Gavin: “I applied for fugitive status and it got through this morning. I just wanted to listen to all my options before leaving Detroit.”

Gavin figures he is still young enough to start over elsewhere. It won't be easy, but he counts on his "fugitive from the machine takeover" status to tide him over the worst. To capitalize on that sympathy, Gavin Reed needs to leave the city before anybody coming from Detroit will register as a potential spy of Jericho's.

Rika: "Part of me rejoyces to hear that you’ll be out of our lives. But my head says it's a waste of what could still have turned into a decent human being. You're fun at parties, that much I have to give you. There will be a goodbye party, yes?"

Gavin: "Naturally! Feel free to invite yourself - I'll relish in the knowledge that it'll be the last I'll have seen of you tin cans! Canada always was an android-free zone.”

Hank: "Let me guess: You want us to go to Gavin's party and not just dip, but remain ‘till the end to see with our own eyes that he really leaves Detroit?"

Connor: *nods eagerly*

Hank: *groans*

In their short time together so far, Hank has almost naturally slid into the role of not just a mentor on the job, but also a father figure for Connor. Just now he provided something especially valuable to the young android:

A parent who disapproves of Connor's partying habits and the kids he chooses to hang out with.

Young adult milestone achieved! Program instability increased!

[bandit-heart]

This past week I decided to embark on a 6 week life-improvement challenge for myself (up to my birthday) with habits I want to incorporate in my day-to-day. I failed. Miserably. I succumbed to every bad habit I meant to avoid and completed only one goal.

So next week I am doing things differently.

My goals for next week look like: • No social media • No YouTube (unless educational/coding related) • No TV (which is something I AM doing well) • No podcasts • No eating junk

♥ Journal once a day to clear my thoughts ♥ Read books ♥ Spend time with God ♥ Study coding and related things ♥ Work on coding projects ♥ Sleep more

I need to build better systems so that the things I want to do become the simpler choice-- notice I said simpler, not easier. The whole reason I meal prep every weekend is because I want eating real food to be the simpler choice. I didn't accomplish what I wanted to last week and this week I have two interviews I am preparing for.

For anyone who feels offended or excluded by religion, this next paragraph may not be of interest to you.

My pastor often talks about the enemy, and how what he wants is to distract you, to mislead you, to turn you away from the life you could have. And what's more distracting than social media? Than our phones? We listen to someone else telling us what a good life looks like, what we need to buy to make that happen. We get sucked into content designed to enrage us, scare us, and make us feel inferior. And sometimes, when I am feeling terrible about having wasted time watching YouTube shorts, I think about how this has distracted me. And I wonder what value I felt I would get from what I just watched. So I am going to try to start a new habit: After I pick up my phone, I will ask myself why I picked it up. Because I'm bored? Because I'm lonely? Because I'm fighting the urge to sleep? Because I'm procrastinating a harder task that feels overwhelming? I hope that by having to explain myself TO myself, I will be able to put the phone down and refocus on more valuable things. I think I may also switch my phone to grey-scale when I begin working on computer stuff. Idk. I'm just brain storming now.

If you're still here, thanks for reading. I hope you're warm and cozy at home. And if you, also, are seeking self-improvement, good luck! And I hope our week ahead brings success and contentment.

[martinsmith01]

8 Incredible Beginner Cricut Projects for New Crafters

 Hey there! Are you in search of beginner Cricut projects? There was a time when I was at your place😁, looking for the answer to the same questions. Then, I hardly used to get an easy design I could start with. So, I used to get references from the blog but never copied the same. Using the Cricut Design Space app, I made some simple designs by adding my creative touch.

One of the biggest takeaways from creating these easier designs was that I learned almost all the features of the Cricut app, like which tools are used for what purpose. This gave me confidence and made me an expert in crafting. Today, you will explore the top 8 Cricut projects for beginners. So, what are you waiting for? Let’s get started without any further delay!

Heart Print Hoodie

I recently came up with an interesting idea: I would create a T-shirt with geometric graphics. Yes, adding a simple kind of design is boring now! So, I first found the design on the internet and did some modifications to it. Yes, modifications like resize and color are needed depending on your choice of color and the size of the T-shirt you are going to work on. Rest, Cricut has your back, and this is going to be one of the best beginner Cricut projects!

Phone Case

I love personalized phone cases. Besides, I also prefer some kind of unique pattern. If you love personalized phone cases, you can do so with Cricut. Yes, the Cricut machine can help you create or cut vinyl designs that you can place on your phone case. It will literally look great when you use your own handmade design on the case. Must give it a shot!

Leather Keychains

If you want something like beginner Cricut projects, you have an endless option for easy projects you can create even if you just got your new Cricut for the first time. Yes, Cricut has designed its machine and software to be easy to use so everyone can use them hassle-free. Now, you need to simply cut the leather into simple strips and add the text or anything that you want.

Paper Card

Want to make your loved one feel special? Try making this simple card that says everything that you want to say. I really love the font style that I selected for the word LOVE. Just imagine if you write your loved one’s name in contrast. Isn’t that going to impress your partner? Now, use Cricut to make your love life more robust than before.

Wooden Sign

Want to make your home more welcoming? Try this wooden home sign. Don’t worry about the material; Cricut can cut and engrave wood without hassle. All you need to do is get ready with your text design on your Cricut Design app. Modify according to the size of the blank that you have chosen. Once done, you can get started with your beginner Cricut projects in one go!

Pillow Cover

Why not create a pillow with a catchy quote? That one is my favorite: HOME IS WHEREVER I’M WITH YOU. It sounds romantic, doesn’t it? Add such a quote and select any font that you like. Cricut Design Space can offer you many such fonts without any issues. So, what’s the issue — you are not required to waste hours creating those intricate designs. Just type, and you are done! 😃

Jar Labels

If you are looking for easy-to-make beginner Cricut projects, try jar labels. Yes, that can be one of the easiest and most valuable projects. I made this for my kitchen jar as I was finding it difficult to figure out the whereabouts of the ingredients. Also, I created this using a simple paper, and you know how to create texts — it’s your Cricut Design Space. This software has an intuitive interface, making it user-friendly. So what are you waiting for? Get started today!

Custom Water Bottle

I love Customized bottles. Do you? If so, you should give it a try once! These types of beginner Cricut projects are always at the top of the list. If you want to work on Cricut projects for beginners, consider this. I used vinyl materials and worked on the design myself. Anyone interested in creating such a design can take a reference and try it once!

FAQs

Question 1: How to make a DIY home sign using Cricut?

Answer: In order to make your DIY home sign using Cricut, you have to follow the steps described below:

Gather your important supplies.

Create a design or add text you like.

Choose the material and place it on a cutting mat.

Cut the design using your Cricut cutting machine.

Weed out the design.

Transfer the design to your blank.

Question 2: What supplies do I need to make beginner Cricut projects?

Answer: It generally depends on what sorts of projects you are working on. However, I can tell you about some standard supplies used for almost every type of project. To know what those supplies are, have a look at the list below:

Cricut cutting machine

Cricut mat

Cricut basic tool set

Scissors

Cricut software installed on your device

Question 3: What to use for making a personalized water bottle with Cricut?

Answer: Creating a personalized water bottle with Cricut is always fun. However, you will need the following items in order to create a customized water bottle:

Cricut smart cutting machine

Cricut Scraper

Cricut Smart Vinyl Permanent (Choose colors like Purple & Champagne)

Hand towel

Cutting mat

Cricut Weeding Tool

Cricut Transfer Tape

Water bottle (Black)

Scissors

Question 3: Which Cricut machine is the best for beginner crafters?

Answer: Cricut Explore 3 is your answer! Yes, you heard that right. This machine is a mid-range model available in Cricut’s lineup. Anyone who is a beginner can start with Cricut Explore 3, as it is the latest in the Explore family and offers almost all the features that beginner crafters need in their projects.

Source: beginner Cricut projects

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[wanderlust2am]

I can’t express how many times i have rewritten this message to ensure that I say the right things. But truth be told, I dont think there is a right thing to say, as in the last few months I couldn’t stop dreaming about this time to come. Now that it has, there are truly no words to say, there is no motive to converse with you anymore.

I hold no hatred or anger in my heart, everything that has occurred throughout our relationship has been not only accepted, but forgiven. I dreamt about us having one last conversation and perhaps even meeting in person to converse one last time. But the truth is, that is not necessary and never was.

I can’t describe the sleepless nights on end while I cried over you and my own actions, how much I filled my mind with such negativity wishing I can take so many things back. But I have accepted that I cant, and the sorrow that the break up brought me also brought me closer to my own heart.

I want to sincerely apologize to you for all the wrongdoings I have brought you throughout our relationship and also our friendship. You are a good person, and although you are not my person - I hold pure love for you and wish you the best in this life. I want to apologize for the wrongs on my end. I accepted them and have move past it all, our relationship was truly not love wasted and I learned from it.

Honest to God, while I was moving on - I was crushed by the fact that I did not leave you alone when I went through your phone. It would have saved us a lot, but also we gained so much from the after. I truly fell in love with you, all of you. The good and the bad, I loved every part of you. I hope you felt that, because it was there. That doesn’t change the fact that I should have chosen to love myself more than to love you.

While I was trying to move forward, my times of weaknesses I couldn’t help but check on you for weeks and it truly not just broke, but shattered my heart to see that you returned to all those women who you once claimed meant nothing to you. Women who you told me that never brought anything to your life, but empty friendships. Women who you told me used you and were never truly your friends. That made my mind spiral in a way where I truly believed that our relationship was never cherished or as valuable as I believed.

Your friendship with Brianna was never my business and I should have never allowed you to remove her in order to continue a relationship with me. I always knew that was a burden on your friends and yourself. I should have never placed myself in a situation where I am an odd man out.

I also want to apologize for how my distance during the holidays made you feel during yours. I sought help for myself and worked on ways I can change my forms of communication, because truth be told I was in such a dark place. And that time of my life was never revolved around you, it was not revolved around anyone but my own mind. I did not bail on you or purposely do anything to shit all over your holidays. Every year I visit my best friend’s family for the holidays to express y condolences, but even then I could not do that. I was truly in such an area of my life I will never allow myself to get to again.

I apologize for that, as being in a much better place now made me realize that I hurt a lot of my loved ones because what felt like the happiest time of the year for many felt like my darkest. But at the end of the night, that was my burden to deal with and wanting someone to help me through that was something I should never have placed on any of my loved ones.

At the end of it all, I hope you know I loved you in forms I can never express to you. I saw so much in you, in ways where I no longer do now. I cared about everything you do and wanted the best for you. I wanted to hear everything you wanted to achieve and everything you achieved. I dreamt about the day where your graduation will arrive and I would help you celebrate. I even thought about the times where I would hear stories about your first job. Nothing ever mattered to me besides you, and the idea that you did not feel that broke me. I felt like such a shitty person and a shitty partner.

I learned from it, and I know you did as well. I am sorry we hurt each other in order for that to happen.

I truly hold no negativity in my heart and I think about a conversation we shared on our first date where we expressed what we want from this life and I stated that I just want to be kind. And that is still true, and I will continue to have that be my motive as I continue to grow as a person. I truly wish nothing but the best for you.

You have a beautiful family and I hope you find someone who loves and cares for you in ways where you never felt like I did.

Thank you for reaching out, I hope you accept my apology and see that I truly never intended to bring any pain into your life. I loved you in ways I can’t express to you. As I move forward, I am happy that I was able to tell you my side, but there is no need for a back and forth conversation. Thank you, take care of yourself. Goodbye.

[kissorkill16]

New Recruit: A Sky High Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: What if Gwen tried recruiting Warren in his freshman year.

Gwen Grayson, 17 years old, student body president, wasn't who everyone thought she was. On the outside, she was a perfectly normal high school junior, but on the inside, she was secretly Sue Tenny, A.K.A Royal Pain. This was her 3rd year of recruiting villains at Sky High. She's already got 3 recruits so far.

Lash Stripe, 16 years old, a junior at Sky High, and one of Gwen's recruits. He was recruited at the beginning of freshman year. Lash only agreed because he wanted a stress reliever from all of the shit he went through, with his abusive father and a mother who had to work 24/7.

Speed West, 15 years old, a junior at Sky High, and another one of Gwen's recruits. He was recruited along with Lash at the beginning of freshman year, and while he didn't have an abusive father, he only joined because Lash was in the crew. He and Lash had built a strong relationship throughout high school.

Penny Lent, 16 years old, a junior at Sky High, and the last of Gwen's recruits. She was a cheerleader, and was recruited in the middle of her sophomore year, and while she also didn't have an abusive family member of any kind, she just wanted to have some fun. Even if anyone else found out about her being recruited alongside Gwen, she'd only get off with a slap on the wrist, because her parents are extremely rich.

Today, the 4 villains were looking for a 5th recruit. Sure, there were 4 of them already, and 4 was probably enough, but Gwen wanted more.

"But Gwen, aren't you happy with what you already have?", Penny asked.

"Of course I am, but I feel like it's not enough. I might need a 5th one."

"For what?", asked Lash. "Penny can multiply herself, Speedy can run really fast, and I can stretch out really long. And you, you can manipulate technology with your mind."

Gwen put her phone down and looked at Lash, "I know, Lash. I know we're all equally useful, but it feels like we're missing something. Something that's stronger than all 4 of us..."

In the corner, Warren Peace was just reading his copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, when he felt something splash on his head. It was a water balloon. He immediately slammed his book down to see who threw the water balloon, and saw a group of kids, snickering at him, and behind them were a whole bucket of water balloons. He wasted no time in stomping up to those assholes with an angry scowl.

"Can we help you, Peace?", one of the kids said.

"Did you throw that? And don't you dare lie to me, I see the water balloons behind you."

The kid looked behind him, and laughed when he saw the water balloons. "Oh yeah, I guess I did throw a balloon at you."

Warren grabbed the kid by the collar of his shirt. "Listen here, bitch. If you don't want me to roast you alive, I suggest you keep those stupid water balloons to yourself."

"Or what? You'll cry to your daddy? Oh wait, I forgot, your dad's in jail."

That was the tipping point. Warren erupted into a big body of fire, his entire body was engulfed in flames. Without another thought, he pounced on the kid and started smiling so evilly as the kid started screaming and crying in pain. Everyone around Warren backed away, too scared to interfere with the crazy hothead, because they knew none of them would survive.

Gwen just stared at Warren from afar, at first, she was only staring in shock, but then her mouth twisted into a big Joker smile. He's the perfect recruit, he'll make a very valuable asset to this team, thought Gwen.

Finally the fight stopped, and Warren backed away from the kid in triumph. The kid just lied there, looking helpless, and covered in burn scars and bruises.

"Nobody talks about my father.", said Warren before he walked away, taking his book with him. The hallway cleared for Warren, students quickly ran out of his way and some were clutching each other really tightly in fear.

"HE'S PERFECT!", Gwen shouted.

"Are you crazy?!", Penny exclaimed. "That's the infamous Warren Peace. The son of Barron Battle, the top supervillain, and the same person spending a quadruple life sentence with absolutely 0 chance of parole until after his 3rd life. That's who you want for a new recruit?"

"Penny, everything you said are the perfect reasons why he'd make an excellent recruit. But on top of all of that, he also has the perfect setup for a supervillain. Tragic backstory, bullied by his peers, 0 friends, and the most dangerous powers I've ever seen in my entire life.", Gwen ranted on. When she was finished, she pulled out a form from her bag, "Now all I need to do is get them to sign this form.", and she ran, searching for the dark and brooding man.

"She's gonna get herself killed.", Lash said.

"Agreed.", Speed replied.

"Double agreed.", Penny said.

All the while, Warren had just left the bathroom after a quick smoke break. He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a woman's voice.

"You know, you really shouldn't smoke, hun. It's bad for you."

He turned around to see Gwen Grayson, smoking a cigarette, out in the hallway. What a fucking hypocrite, thought Warren.

"What do you want?", he asked, clearly not in the mood to get in another fight.

"Relax, hothead. I'm not here to fight you. I'm Gwen Grayson, student body president.", Gwen held out her hand and waited for Warren to shake it. Instead, Warren just stood there, still not in the mood.

"Warren Peace, the guy who didn't ask. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for my next class."

As Warren turned to leave, Gwen stepped in the way, the same Joker smile on her face.

"Like I said, I'm not here to fight. I just want to offer you a deal.", said Gwen.

"Well that depends on what kind of deal it is.", replied Warren.

"Well, Peace. I've heard some pretty interesting rumors about you, saying you're going to be just like your father one day.", Gwen pulled out the form from her pocket, "Well would you like a headstart on that?"

Warren was shocked.

"I may seem all innocent and nice, but I'm secretly a high school girl from the 80's."

"Can you start at the beginning please? Because I'm so fucking confused right now."

"Very well."

So Gwen began to tell her story. "There once was a girl named Sue Tenny, that's me, my real name. She was a technopath, she could manipulate technology with her mind, it was the greatest power ever. But since technology wasn't as useful back in the day, she was written off as a science geek and thrown into the Sidekick Class. So she did everything she could to show everyone that she's not just a science geek, that her powers are actually useful. And as she did that, she started recruiting villains at the school, but sadly, when the principal found out, she was expelled. But that didn't stop Gwen. Instead, she built a very strong, very powerful, and very fabulous suit, and started facing off all of the greatest superheroes in the world, and turning them into babies with her powerful gun named The Pacifier. A beautiful gun that could turn a full grown adult into an adorable little baby. When she faced off against the Commander, she captured him and tried to do the same, but unfortunately, his strength caused the darn thing to explode..."

As Gwen kept talking, Warren just stood there. His mouth agape, and his whole face was covered in shock.

"That was you? You're Royal Pain? But The Pacifier exploded, and I thought it killed you.", said Warren.

Gwen laughed at that, she patted Warren's cheek condescendingly. "Warren, honey, that's where everyone was wrong. When The Pacifier exploded, I wasn't destroyed, I was merely turned into a baby. A kind man named Stitches took me in and raised me as his daughter, and as I grew up, I still remembered all of the things from my past life. How my useful powers weren't treated as such, how I was written off as a science geek, and how that stupid Commander nearly killed me. But now I'm back, and I was given a 2nd chance to finally defeat the Commander once and for all...and so can you, Warren Peace."

Gwen handed Warren the form.

"Just fill out this form and you'll be good to go.", and with that, she put out her cigarette and left.

Warren just stared at the form. He was being handed a chance to get revenge on the Commander on a silver platter. At first, he wasn't so sure. There was something inside him that didn't want to give in and prove everyone right, to prove all of the rumors true.

But then he remembered back to the countless times where he had been picked on for things that weren't his fault, and relentlessly bullied for shit he didn't even do. Plus, he had already given one kid a countless amount of 3rd degree burns, and basically indirectly threatened everyone who witnessed the fight.

So without another thought, he pulled out a pen and signed the form.

[mylightsatnight]

I don't want anything but...

When I die, the same day I do, or the day before and after,

You can take my car keys. My wallet, phone, flashlight, and guitar. Feel free to raid my house for any valuable fine china, expensive computers, and electronic thing-a-ma-jigs. It's all yours.

But the poems underlined, from the books with dog-eared pages, I will keep.

The image of a flower, weeping by the sun, prayers for rain under it's lily-hood. That, I will keep.

The mountain adventures I had, where I conquered, climbed, summited, and surmounted my mental and physical fears. This, I will keep.

The memories, of the family members who were never there, when they had every opportunity to be...Regrettably, these I will keep.

The songs, note for note, and chord transitions like snow fades in spring...I will always remember these, for they are synonymous with my very essence of being and they can't leave me.

I will forget the names, some faces, the days we saw each other, the food I bought, the drinks I sneaked sips of, the books that went unread, the cinema films that peaked no interest in me, the countless wasted nights in front of digital horizons, always forever-expanding, the albums of jeweled, crystalline glory, but never found, lest you open your ears, the electric spark of technological advancement, the deers in the field that noticed me, and I, them, but neither of us had the broken heart to do harm to the other, the quilted blankets, the clocks from a time long passed, the drunken bar nights, bad jokes I made, and pool shots that were easy wins, and my 2 dollars lost, the curry that was made more mild than I would have liked, the burgers made fine, just fine, nothing more to say, the idolizing of past generations, and the way I know that Allen knew me, even though he never could have, the way jesus never came back, the way that my heart somehow did, the way that physical exercise was a burden and a blessing in every stage, the spelling bees I lost, the few chess games I won, the forgotten lore for the indie video-game, the riverside fishing trip where I learned nothing new about him, but at least it's more time spent together, the hospital bed cotton that is not easily forgotten, the corner smiles, the nickel dials on bowling alley candy dispensers, the halloween costumes worn once, then stored into Totes for another 362 days, the coffee cups thrown in dumpsters, the ceramic ones made with care, then forgotten with apathy, the love the love the love the love that I always knew was out there, and the lifetime I spent searching for it.

Some things in this life are obvious, others require a touch more subtly and nuance to make happen...I'm still not entirely sure what my existence is supposed to mean, all that I can say for certain, is even when the universe apparently wants me to perish, that's when I make the case for my survival, all other times...

All other times...

I breathe, I write, I stay alive.

Not for you, not for me, but because my heart needs it.

[yasminsqueendom]

7. Complications

WC: 1294

TW/CW: Nothing

Micky felt foolish. The way she acted with Erik was out of pocket and she knew it. Her problems weren’t his, and realistically speaking why would he have told her anything about his life? They weren’t actually a couple for the majority of the time they knew each other. She had forgiven him for his wild behavior, and he had shared more with her than ever before about his work and his family. For all I know, he would have told me about his life if I waited a little while. It’s only been three days. 

Erik was a wild card, and that’s what bothered her the most. He was a complete person on his own, capable of solving his own problems independently, and Micky wasn’t used to that. In her world, she was “super-bitch.” In his, she could be his “babygirl” and nothing could hurt her when he was around. It was tough adjusting to that reality when independence was what she strived for. There had to be a way to balance that helpless feeling with her sense of self. 

Micky checked her phone. 8:25am. She needed to talk to Erik, but he was probably at work by now. She would wait on that conversation until later. At the moment, she needed to tidy her apartment, and look after Rufus. The poor old cat was probably traumatized. The place was a mess after her night with Erik, and the futon frame needed to be taken apart. Micky was sure the instructions were in a drawer somewhere in the kitchen. 

After a few hours, Rufus was fed and well brushed and Micky had most of the frame taken apart. She’d never found the instructions, but all she needed was an L-wrench and a lot of patience. She was working on taking apart one of the arms when her phone rang. Adina. It was an old friend from college. Micky answered.

“Hey, Adina. Long time, no ring. Wassup?” Micky wasn’t in the mood for small talk, but she didn’t mind the distraction.

“Nothing much. I was just scrolling through my contacts for people to delete, and I realized I haven’t talked to you since graduation. How you been?”

“Ummm. Just life as usual. Working and stuff.” Micky didn’t feel bad lying about that. She never much liked Adina’s uppity ass.

“You still got that little retail job?”

“Actually, I left it. Decided to pursue writing instead.”

“And how is that working for you?” Bitch, not today. 

“Good, actually. I’m getting more experience working with other writers with different perspectives. It’s very interesting.”

“Sounds like it. I always wondered if you were gonna do anything with that degree. I mean, who gets a degree in Creative Writing, in the economy today? Anything in the “Arts” for that matter?” Micky rolled her eyes. She knew it was the same opinion that so many people in the States had about artistic degrees. Number crunching of some form or another was the only valuable work. Everyone else should just be grateful to even be thought of.

“I think it depends on what the world considers valuable. I look at it this way.” Micky took a deep breath to start the speech she used to convince her mother that an Art degree wasn’t a waste of time. “Think about a world with no music, no nicely designed offices, no architects, no paintings, no clothes, no books, no-”

“Yeah, but these things don’t require a degree. That’s a waste.” This bitch.

“I didn’t need the degree to be a writer. But if I want work in any of the fields that I’m interested in, it may help me.”

“Maybe the bigger issue would be your writing itself. You say you’re getting experience, but is it paid?” I don’t owe this bitch an explanation for shit.

“Did you call me for a reason other than to be condescending?” Micky didn’t feel quite like herself. She was so used to just swallowing bullshit. Maybe her time with Erik was paying off. 

“I’m not condescending. I’m just-”

“Being condescending.”

“Wow. Clearly you have an attitude problem.”

“And you can have a blessed day.” Micky hung up without waiting for a response. Raggedy bitches like Adina needed to have the last word. Bzzz bzzz. As expected, the bitch was calling back. Micky swiped it straight to voicemail, and blocked the number. I don’t have time for the bullshit.

Micky finished taking apart the frame of the futon, feeling a little proud of herself. She felt different. What else do I need to do today? Micky grabbed her laptop to start applying for different jobs.

Retail. Cashiering. Shelf-stocking. Nothing paid more than $12 an hour, and jobs that paid more were only part-time. Micky felt discouraged, but she was only looking for something similar to what she already had. Why not take a chance on herself? She liked writing, and she wanted to either run her own blog, and eventually write for a series or movie. There had to be something in this city that would be available for someone just getting started. 

She searched Creative Writing. There were mostly positions for teaching elementary school classes how to write. A few positions even described classes teaching immigrants to write in English for night classes, but she would have to go to school for a certification first. This wasn’t turning out exactly how she needed it to.

Micky considered ways to reword her search. She started looking up local magazines, and popular internet blogs that she could apply to. There were so many different kinds to choose from: fashion and makeup, politics, current events, celebrity gossip, education, fanpages/fanfics. The list went on and on, and Micky didn’t know where to start so she closed her laptop. 

What do I have? She had never bothered to organize her writings outside of her blog, a mistake she intended to correct as soon as possible. Several hours, and several social media pauses later, Micky had a rough working structure for organizing her work. She split everything into general groups: Fanfiction, SMUT!, Romance, Child Friendly, Short Stories, Hey Micky! (blog), Haunted, Black Girls Winning. The last category didn’t have anything yet, but Micky resolved to write more true and fictional success stories of Black women. 

She sat feeling proud of herself until her phone rang. Mark’s picture appeared on her screen, making her heart immediately sink. Micky wasn’t in the mood for it right now, so she let it go to voicemail. Mark could be a lot to deal with when she was tired. He probably heard about the fight I had with the hags. Definitely not a conversation Micky wanted to have with him today. The phone stopped ringing, only to start up again. Micky ignored it again, and then he texted her. 

Micky, I heard what that bitch did to you. 

Do you understand why I hate her so much? 

She fucks everything up. It’s all her fault.

She was like that with our dad, too.

You were too young to get it before.

The messages just kept coming back to back. Mark still seemed to be under the impression that Micky didn’t understand things just because she was young. It was her least favorite thing about her family. They all were under the impression that her youth disqualified her from having her own independent thoughts and opinions. She had to take a side one way or another, because she couldn’t possibly have her own side. Micky had to follow somebody in all this, she wouldn’t be allowed to have her own perspective in this. They were going to keep pushing and pulling until she gave in. 

Nah, I’m not giving in. They just gotta stay mad.

[independentwarlocksworld]

Journey below

Summary: You get sent to Hell instead of Heaven, God's mistake. While God tries to correct his ways, you become more accustomed to the place you're in.

Warnings: Death, blood, stabbing, demons, hell and heaven, religion, abusive mother, filicide

Author's notes: Hey everyone, I send my apologies in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes throughout this story. I shall try my best to remove any errors but it would be helpful and appreciated if you could let me know if you come across any I have missed. Thankyou for spending your valuable time to read this story. I hope that none of you get too emotionally attached to these characters as at this point in time, I have no idea what is going to happen to them, hopefully nothing too gruesome or painful. If you have any ideas or recommendations for chapters or updates, I would be more than happy to accept them, as long as they are reasonable and fit into the storyline. Also my spelling is Australian, so apologies to all of those Americans that spell things weirdly. I think that covers everything, so I shall now allow you to continue onto the real story. I hope you all enjoy it.

Prologue: The hallways were winding, they were the kind of hallway that you would wander for an eternity and never find the end. There were no paintings or flowers lining the walls. No differentiation of colours or unique curves. They were the same, every single hallway and corridor, identical as the one before it. Hence why I was so very lost. I would have looked at my map but, oh wait... I didn't have one, and of course there was no guide I could follow either. But I suppose that's what I get for going to Hell. Hell? How did you get there? Allow me to explain. God screwed up. There you go, that's the story or at least it's the simple version of how I ended up down here. You want the whole story? All of the details laid out before you? Okay, fine. This is the story of how and why I dropped to Hell.

Chapter 1: I guess you could say that it began like any other day. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, at least not in that morning. i woke up at 7am to my screaming alarm, throwing my phone across the room probably wasn't the smartest way to turn it off, but it made me feel better. Going back to sleep wasn't an option, it never was. "Electra! Get your arse out of bed. NOW!" Rolling onto the floor and shoving my trackpants and singlet over my underwear, I made my way downstairs into the kitchen where my mother was busy slamming eggs onto our plates. "Good morning." I smiled at her, even though I knew she wouldn't see me. "Sup?" My little brother, Tommy took his seat across from me. It still amazes me how he was able to fit so much into his mouth at the one time. Of course, he doesn't do that anymore. "Eat, then go and do the laundry." No please, no thankyou, just go and do. That's how it was in our family, mother didn't believe on wasting her precious breath, especially not on us kids. Not that I realised the why until after my death. I went about my day as usual I did the laundry like mother asked. I mowed the lawns, I took the neighbour's dog for a walk around the block (we didn't have our own dog) and I made Tommy's sandwich for lunch. I would have cooked dinner as well, but sometimes routines get broken. It was late afternoon when it happened. There is nothing in this world or the next that could ever possibly erase the images from my mind. It was awful. If evil truly exists, this is how I would have pictured it. However, even the worst of times can look just stunning. The sun hung low in the crimson sky, the clouds glowing a lovely rose pick and the shadows cast by trees looked like fingers reaching across trying desperately to hold onto the dying light. But I know now, nothing beautiful like that ever truly lasts. "What the hell do you thing you're doing!?" Her shouts were followed by a series of cries that could only belong to that of a little boy, Tommy. I ran, following his noises to the back room where we were never to go. I didn't dare open the door and further that it had been left. Through the crack I could see our mother, large not in height and her caramel hair tied in a messy bun atop her head, there she stood with her hands on her hips. Cowering beneath her was Toomy, crying his eyes out. "What did I tell you about coming in here?" "You said not to." I could tell that Tommy had been crying for quite a while, his voice had become scratchy, the signs of a dry throat. "Please, I was just, I was just..." "Just what? Hmm? If I tell you not to do something, you don't do it, EVER!" I should do something, like now. My inner voice was telling me to move, to help him, but I didn't, I just stood there hiding in the shadows. I still believe that it was my fault, that if I had done something, Tommy would be alright, but then again it wouldn't change my fate.

Chapter 3: I'm not entirely sure how long I hid there listening to the sound of her yells and his pleas, but it was a long while. It was just yelling, the occasional slap or hit, the normal things. That's when I saw her reach for something on a nearby bench. Shiny. Sharp. Oh shit! Knife. My body froze though I willed it to move. Grab the knife, come on, come on. I can do it. But I couldn't. I was completely paralysed. There was nothing I could do as I watched my mother plunge a blade deep into the chest of her favourite child. I know that wound's bleed, but the sight of his blood was a shock to me. I couldn't believe she stabbed him. It was fine, everything was okay, but it wasn't, no matter how many times I repeated those words, it would never be the truth. Able to move again, I pushed the door wide open and raced towards them. "Tommy!" My voice had never been louder yet I didn't hear it, everything was underwater. The wound went through him, cherry red blood pouring out of him. His eyes were wide and glazed, he stopped moving in my arms. Dead. My brother, the only person who ever needed me, ever cared, was gone. Turning on my mother, I was horrified by what she had done and by what I hadn't. There was no hesitation as she met my gaze, and my world went black. I was dead. We were dead. The murderer unavenged.

Chapter 4: I wasn't greeted by an angel nor a reaper. There was no one. I thought that when you die, there would be a guide, someone to show you the way to your afterlife. Apparently not. I was left standing over my dead body, I could see everything as it had been before. My brother's corpse laying still as stone on the tiled floor, the bloody knife placed back on the hardwood table and my mother walking out the door, locking it as she left. The only difference was that it was shadows. Everything had a coat of grey covering it. It was as though I was looking through a layer of dust as everything had that smokey filter over it. I couldn't see Tommy anywhere. I could see his corpse of course, but his spirit or ghost, whatever we were was nowhere to be found. I was alone. How long I stood there, just looking, thinking how I got here, where I was to go, I wasn't sure. It could have been hours or days, it was long enough for my legs to become numb and my body without feeling.

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study date ? ☆ riri x fem!college!reader

who knew that someone spilling coffee on you could be such a good thing? especially when she’s super smart and super pretty.

warnings : some light cursing and mention of drugs !

word count : 1k+

note : this was my first time writing for riri and i thought this was such a cute little concept that i just had to write !!

visiting the cafe on callus was by far one of your least favorite things to do. you’d think because it was a coffee place that the atmosphere there would be welcoming and chill. well, you’d be absolutely mistaken.

at least fifty college kids strung up on study drugs or worrying about their finals or worrying about their finals are waiting in line for a latte that will probably be gulped down within a second. every plug within eyesight is being taken up by a computer charger or a phone charger. one time you saw a girl in there hook up a coffee mug warmer. not to mention, everyone in there loves to use the free wifi. which defeats the purpose because after everyone connects to it, it’s just as fast as the regular dorm wifi. maybe even worse!

however, you were here today standing in line with the exact kids who order their lattes and then gulp them down. you were supposed to be meeting a friend but she was late, like always. it had been a while since you’d even been in the cafe considering you often just travel the to the starbucks. the coffee there was way better, but the prices here you couldn’t pass upS the chocolate croissants were pretty good too you had to admit.

“what can i get for you?” the barista said to you with a wide smile and cheery voice.

“just a hot chocolate and chocolate croissant please.” you said while fumbling around in your purse to pull out your debit card.

“that’ll be 10.69”

not that bad.

“here you go.” you hand her the card and are filled with relief when the computer makes a ding noise. being a broke college student was not for the weak.

“can i have a name for the order?”

“yeah, it’s just y/n.” your hand reached out for the card and you stuffed it back into your purse. the baristas usually ask you how to spell that, but it didn’t matter cause they always got it wrong anyway.

you quickly exit out of the line without realizing how fast of a turn you did. the sudden feeling of hot coffee seeps through your brand new white sweatshirt that displayed your college so proudly in front of it. it had cost you seventy dollars. seventy dollars now wasted due to the stain that was bound to reside. who got full on black coffee anyway?

“hey!” you screamed as you attempted to wipe off the coffee with a napkin you found nearby.

“you should’ve watched where you were going!”

“you totally ruined my sweater!”

the mystery woman groaned, “i think my computer is a lot more valuable than your sweater. which, you almost knocked out my hands by the way.”

you finally lifted your eyes to see a girl you’ve seen on campus before. her name was familiar to you, riri or something. you heard she made money off of writing other people’s papers for them. most of those kids strung up on study drugs were usually the ones paying for her services. after all, they had the money to waste. you were surprised she was still on campus despite almost everyone knowing of her little business. how the dean didn’t catch on was beyond you.

“well, i only see one thing ruined here.”

“not true.” she spoke with her eyebrows furrowed, “you ruined my coffee.”

you hated the fact she was right.

“how much do i owe you?” you grit your teeth at the girl who was actually incredibly attractive. wait, what? sure she was cute with her eyebrows furrowed and just how angry she was about a coffee and a computer that she could easily rebuy, but was this the time to come to that realization?

“don’t worry about it.” riri lets her demeanor drop a little as she realizes just how bad your sweater looks. she had been admiring you in it from across the room just a few seconds prior. you had made it hard for her to refocus on the new code she was trying to implement for her new project. she kept having to hit backspace everytime she let her finger rest on a key for too long.

“what do i owe you for the sweater again?” she asked, which had caught you by surprise.

to be honest you could ask your momma for the money and she would gladly give it to her little angel. so in the end you didn’t want the money from riri.

“i guess it’s fine. i’ll just try to get it out.” you say as you attempt to walk away to the next window where the food pickup was located. after all this you better get your damn hot chocolate and croissant.

“no, wait!” riri grabs onto your sleeve causing you to turn around. “is there really nothing i can do? i kinda feel awful about how i reacted and how badly i ruined your sweater. i’m usually not a dickhead i promise.”

you thought for a second as she looked at you with pleading eyes.

“study date?” you asked her, while tilting your head. one of your curls in your bun fell in front of your face so effortlessly and riri felt her heart jump.

“what?”

“a study date. you can help me prepare for this exam i have coming up in my engineering class. i heard your smart, and i also heard your time is expensive. probably worth a lot more than my sweater but—“

“i’d love to!” she says, quickly realizing how fast she said it, “i mean, yeah sure it’s not a problem. if it helps then i’m glad to go on a study date with you.”

“cool. here’s my number.” you quickly grabbed a pen from your purse and wrote it down on a clean napkin. they were coming in very helpful today. riri had been internally freaking out the whole time as you handed it to her. your hand even brushed against hers for a second and she felt the computer in her other hand wobble.

“i’ll text you.” she says with a wide smile on her face, something most people never saw due to her hard exterior.

“i hope so.” you smile back to her, forgetting for a second that your sweater was even ruined.

“order for y/n?” a man calls from the pickup counter. you turn your head in the direction of him and raise your hand a bit. you give a wave to riri before going to pick up the croissant and hot chocolate at the counter.

maybe the cafe wasn’t so bad after all.

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[quandaryqueen]

Any riddler's

Riddler's meeting the new and already popular villain they kept in hearing about and lo and behold, it's actually their childhood friend/sweetheart

They become partners in crime after they caught up on each other's life and it's honestly fucking scary to some cause holy shit two very SMART and POWERFUL villains are teaming up w each other?? Shit

Their relationship dynamics are cute and imma list a few:

TOTALLY MARRIED

-called out by everyone

-mutual respect & lovefest

-married squabbling

-checks each other's bs

Very comfortable with each other

Low self esteem x Their number one supporter

What I'm saying is, they're both acting like they're in a relationship even though they aren't and it's just fucking funny

They both def share a house in their civilian form and still has the nerve to say "their just my friend"

Reader would take be his personal nurse if he's injured cause, why not?

The heroes have a hard time w this power duo cause imagine two geniuses combining??? IT'D BE HARD FOR THEM

Sure, some of em has powers but villain!reader is quite strong in a magic sense so yeah, good luck for them

They're such a power couple when they actually confess their feelings for each other (Reader made an anonymous love letter to riddler and left riddles, resulting to riddler himself going into a restaurant where reader is just patiently waiting for him, I bet he loved the riddle game)

They'd watch each other's backs when in a battle, compliments getting thrown to their way, being so mushy that people are groaning now, we know, y'all are very inlove, NOW STOP TELLING EACH OTHER THAT YOU LOVE EM FOR THE 100th TIME THIS DAY- IT'S STILL 9 IN THE FUCKING MORNING DAMMIT

Childhood bestie to spousie

Gotham Edward Nygma X Reader

I intended to make it with multiple Riddlers, but I got carried away with Gotham Eddie so I made it about it omg I hope you don't mind 💚

Oswald Cobblepot was initially annoyed that there's a new villain that's surfaced and took his spotlight and he was delighted to know it wasn't only him who felt threatened by the newcomer-- Edward Nygma seething about how the fresh face in Gotham Gazette's front page is getting more attention that his latest activities. So it was a perfect opportunity for a collaboration to happen.

Despite his displeasure, Oswald has half a brain to recognise the individual's ability and how it would most certainly be a valuable ally. He believes that keeping your enemies close is utter bullshit, and so he'd rather have people to trust closer. He's learned. Edward, on the other hand, has nothing but murder in his mind. As you can see, the roles have been somehow switched-- but not for long.

Edward is a proud jack of all trades of sorts, it was easy for him to track the new individual. They're new, they've yet to make a major mark for themselves, hell they don't even have a name yet. All that's known of them is the enigmatic scene they painted behind their wake-- ten men found dead in Gotham harbour, their hideout raided of their weapons and equipment.

But anyways, he wasted no time to give Oswald what he found, including a phone number. Now, for an arrangement.

"What's yours, but others use it more than you?" The other line was silent, but that didn't not deter him from his enthusiasm with the riddle. "The answer is name. Mine happens to be the Riddler."

Oswald glances at the Riddler with an exasperated look. Can't he just say 'hello' like a normal person? Penguin snatches the phone from the taller man.

"Hello. I'm (Alias)."

The voice that came through the phone was something they both didn't expect. It didn't sound of a person who killed ten men and robbed them.

"I take it that this is the face that made it in Gotham Gazette's front page?" Oswald paced away out of habit, with Edward flowing behind to hear the conversation.

"Oh my god, you're Oswald Cobblepot... It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm a big fan of yours!"

Oswald tenses in shock for a moment. Fan? Of him? Oh shucks!

Before the Oswald can respond to his flatterer, however, Edward snatches the phone, much to his chagrin.

"Forgive me for disrupting the lovely discussion, but we have to talk." He walks away with the phone in his hand, oblivious to Oswald's murderour glare.

"Oh um... Of course! We can talk." There was disappointment in their voice, but they try to sound eager.

"How about in person? Book your schedule with a meeting in the Iceberg lounge. 10 PM sharp or else."

It was difficult to know that they were there. Oswald was particularly irked at Edward for putting the phone down immediately after vaguely threatning them. They could've talked more about the meeting and certainly not stroke his ego whilst talking to someone who is his fan apparently.

Iceberg lounge... 9:50 PM.

It was at its usual atmosphere, a live band was playing, people scattered to their own booths and cures with drinks in their hands. While they wait, Oswald was called backstage by the lounge manager leaving Edward to meet the mysterious (alias).

Really? (Alias)? That was the dumbest thing he's ever heard.

"Um... Excuse me," a small voice pulls him away from his musings. He glances at the source behind me, spotting a timid figure. "Would you happen to know where Penguin is? Not to overspill, but I think they'd kill me if I don't get to him by ten."

They even look pathetic in real life.

"Um... It's (alias)... Y/N L/N."

I'm sorry, WHAT-- Edward squints, tilting his head aside. Wait, you couldn't be!

"Um... Pardon me?"

Just how much did he change to the point his childhood friend won't recognise him???

"You... Seriously don't recognize me?" Edward points at himself, inching forward towards you.

Upon instinct, you back away with wide eyes. "I am so sorry, how could I be so impolite? Y-you're the Riddler! Of course I--"

"Not that!"

You stare at him with knitted brows. What the fuck does he mean?

"Edward Nygma? Gotham Elementary school? Gotham Academy? The kid with the riddles???" He places emphasis in every word by leaning closer, as if the distance of his face would make him all the more recognisable.

"Oh my god, shut up," you blurted out in shock. "Eddie?"

"Yes that's me!"

"OMG, puberty hit you like a freight train! I didn't recognize you!"

To be fair, he's had a major change of appearance. Back then he was shorter than you were, scrawnier, his hair was solely held together with a thick glob of gel and parted to the side, big glasses that didn't flatter his face shape, and not to mention how he dressed awkwardly. Oh, and certainly his voice. You were used to it being high pitched and riddled with voice cracks.

"How's it been? You're the Riddler? Oh gosh, I'm so stupid I didn't realise it! You've always been a riddler! How could I be so dumb not to notice that!" You smack the bottom of your palm on your forehead with a laugh.

"I've been great!" Aside from the sporadic in and out of Arkham, all's well! "I can't believe you're (alias)! I must say, you made quite an entrance in Gotham Gazette's front page."

"Oh gosh no, that crime was mediocre-- sloppy at best. And not to mention, I only came up with my name when Mister Penguin called me, I think it's so... Dumb."

"What? No! It's not dumb at all! It encapsulates your character well!"

"You really think so?" You sheepishly shift your body weight from side to side, shyly peering from your lashes.

"Yes! It's clever!"

Oswald finds himself in the middle of two dorks catching up, only being acknowledged once in a while whenever he's in some stories told by Edward before he's forgotten again. And so the grumpiness switches to Penguin again, while Edward and the new rogue catches up. Well, at least he knows now that you're an ally.

"Barbara, you release my Y/N at once or else!"

What Oswald didn't expect is that your 'catching up' was a first step before you break in a full sprint to become something close. Where Oswald is always caught in between two affectionate idiots constantly being affectionate idiots eVERY TIME. He's not even sure whether the two of you are together, but you might as well be one.

Oh, and he's not exaggerating when he says that the two are being affectionate idiots every time. Gun pointed your head, whilst your neck is in a headlock? No, that doesn't stop Edward.

"Or else what?" Barbara challenges.

"No don't submit to her demands, Edward! Just go!" You exclaimed.

"But Y/N--!"

"Oh my god! I am going to wring your neck myself if you don't straighten up, Edward! Go!"

"What?! No! I'm not leaving you!"

Oswald would very much like to get this over with, please. So you'll find him often rubbing his temples, wishing this nightmare would end already.

"Barbara could you just shoot me instead?" Oswald looks up to meet the woman's equally disturbed face.

Whenever you'd quarrel, Oswald is yet again caught in the middle. As much as he fucking hates it when you're at each other's throat affectionately, it also kills him that his two favourite person are at each others throat violently. He doesn't say it out loud but, he's grown fond of the two of you together... Even if you two aren't together. So he consoles both parties separately and be their confidant.

But yes, you've made a name for yourself out there in Gotham, made only scarier when you paired with Edward. What's more scarier than the two of you? Three of you. But the Riddler and (alias) will always be an iconic, fiercest pair feared by the public and groaned upon by your fellow rogues with your excessive lovey dovey bullshit.